Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up shit is real and any day be your last in the jungle
Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break
Before we get the four pounders, and take their off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot
Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't even run Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your type of fella
Moet drinking, smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up
I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps a razor, keep it under my tongue
The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and
Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No doubt; see my, are fat, this is what it's about
the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real
I to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a different that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I the green in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then the crew to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, up the blow
Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it
It's your on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One

ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!